Pat Gunn (dachte) wrote,
Pat Gunn

Queen of the Stillborn

Time's leash is too short, probability is too impotent
to allow me to reach across and touch your face,
to learn, and paint, and speak

My hand on yours, on the brush
We trace the intent of the masters, a wonderful truth
heard from the face of the totem

It outlasted a storm, stood beyond its purpose
watched its creators die, bore those long silences
naked for all eternity

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